We danced for perhaps another half hour, when she leaned back and looked

into my eyes. She asked if I would please take her to bed and fuck her

hard. I told her to pick up her sweater and go to the bedroom, while I

checked that all of the outside doors were locked. On my way to the

bedroom, I noticed that she had picked up her kit on the way, and taken

it with her to the bedroom. Good for her.

When I reached the bedroom, she was in the Waiting Pose, smiling at me.

I asked what she wanted to do about the clips and plugs. she said she

would miss them, but nothing should stand in the way of what her Master

might wish to do to his Slave's body. I told her she could have them

back any time she wanted, and led her to the bathroom. After I removed

the weights and clips, she went to the tub and bent over without being

told. I popped out the plug, accompanied by a mild squeal from her. She

straightened up, took the plug from me, and went to wash it. While she

was doing that, I sat and used the toilet. she looked over and asked why

I didn't wait for her. "Master's choice," I said. She put the clean plug

in its resting place, and came over and kneeled before me. I told her I

was finished, it was her turn. We traded places, and as soon as she was

seated I kissed her. Then I pulled back, and with my hands on her thighs

I just looked at her face until she finished. We both used the bidet and

dried one another.

With her eyes glued to mine, she led me by the hand to our bed, and

asked me again to fuck her hard and long. I laid her down and crawled to

a familiar position, ready to tongue her pussy and rub her nipples. She

gave a soft laugh, and said, "Oh no, not this again." I began working on

her, and she took my hair in her hands and began moaning. It was only a

few seconds until she started having frequent orgasms.

Without interrupting her orgasms, she began talking to me. She was

really just babbling, but some of it was funny. At one point she said

that in the near future she would go in for an exam, and her doctor

would tell her she had worn out her body, and ask what the hell she had

been doing. She said she would simply describe to the doctor what I was

doing to her right now.

When she ran out of anything to say, I decided a change was in order.

She had asked to be fucked hard, and I could think of nothing harder

than slamming her ass while lying on top of her. I rolled her over on

her knees. She was very wet, so I plunged into her once to lubricate my

cock, then pushed it into her ass. I told her to lie down and take me

with her. She walked her arms out until we were both down, and I

started. I didn't rest all of my body weight on her, I used my forearms

beside her body to share the load, but I made sure she felt weighed

down. I didn't use much technique, and we didn't talk while it was going

on, I just fucked her hard until I came. This time she waited for me,

and we came together.

After waiting a minute for my breathing to return to normal, I pulled

out of her and rolled over on my back. I was about to take her hand,

when she got up on her knees and started crawling over to my cock. I

told her to wait, and asked her if she really wanted to do that, after

our earlier conversation about degrading activity. She said this wasn't

the same thing at all. I asked her why, and she sat up to talk to me.

She said that she had no desire to drink my piss or eat my shit, and

hoped she would never have to. And, she said, she certainly didn't enjoy

the taste of either. But it was a Slave's responsibility to take care of

her Master's body. She said her Master's cock needed to be cleaned, and

it was his Slave's privilege to clean it for him, if he would allow her

to. I told her to look me in the eye and tell me whether she really

wanted to do this, or whether she would prefer that I go into the

bathroom with her while she washed me off. She looked at me and said,

"Master, I really want to do this." I told her I was touched by her

devotion and she could go ahead. I added that, when she was finished, we

would go into the bathroom anyway, and I would brush her teeth for her.

She bent down to her task.

Like the last time she had done this, when we were outside, she didn't

stop at cleaning me off. She soon had me hard again, then moaning, then

accusing her of trying to kill me. She held me at the brink for at least

15 minutes, then put me in orbit. My God, the things she had taught

herself to do.

When I could move again, I got up and took her to the bathroom, true to

my word, although there wasn't much point to it by now. I brushed her

teeth, and for good measure gave her a thorough flossing. Not to be

outdone, she did the same thing for me. When she finished, she looked at

me with her hands on her hips, and said, "You owe me a straight fuck." I

had been sitting on the toilet while she flossed my teeth, so I held out

my hand to her, groaned, and asked her if she would help me back to the

bed. She laughed, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. The she ran

ahead and jumped into bed, and started telling me she was waiting, to

hurry up please.

She got her "straight fuck" in what was becoming one of our favorite

positions. She was on top of me, slid down to maximize stimulation of

her clit, and leaning on her elbows so I could access her nipples. I had

a pillow under my head so we could touch lips and kiss. I stretched it

out as long as I could, and she was having nearly continuous orgasms the

whole time. When I finally came, we were both exhausted. She scooted up

and began kissing me all over my face, then after a minute she just lay

there with her head on my chest. I was running my hands through her hair

and over her shoulders and back. We stayed like that for long minutes,

then she said she was getting hungry.

We went to the bathroom again, and I cleaned her off with a warm

washcloth. She got on her knees and cleaned me off again with her mouth,

then finished me with the washcloth. Then she rinsed out her mouth. I

told her she could switch to her evening low heels if she wanted, or

remain barefoot. She said she would remain barefoot. After getting

dressed, I took her back to the guest bedroom and put her house blouse

on her, then we went to the kitchen and started the oven. We had emptied

the open wine bottle, so she opened a new one and poured us two glasses.

We went back to the living room and danced until dinner was warmed up.

As we were eating, she asked me what I was planning for this evening. I

told her I hadn't thought about it, and asked if she had any ideas. She

didn't answer. I looked at her, and she was noticeably pale and looking

back at me. "Let's have it," I said. She said our conversation about the

flogging had been on her mind. I asked her if the insides of her thighs

were still sore from this morning, and she said No, they felt fine. She

said she had been thinking about her breasts. She said she had been

imagining I would do it with her in her bed and her breasts strapped.

She would like to know if it would be like that, or some other way. I

said we could do it that way, but normally the breasts would be struck

with the crop when she was in the bed, as punishment.

I told her the normal way to flog the breasts would be to first strap

the Slave onto the table, the one by the bars, in the standard fellatio

position. That is, the Slave would be on its back, with its head either

hanging off the end of the table, or strapped to a headrest that could

be lowered, like the one on the bed. Then the breasts would be flogged

right before the fellatio began. I told her the flogging was not

actually confined to the breasts, but would include the whole area from

the upper chest to the Slave's belt.

Because of the size of her breasts, I had been thinking of possible

alternate methods, and I had a few ideas, but I hadn't chosen the best

method yet. The two methods I had been thinking the most about were,

with the Slave hanging by her ankles, or with the Slave attached to the

bars exactly as if her ass was going to be flogged, except the Master

would lie on the floor beneath the Slave's torso and flog the chest and

stomach area. I told her that the Master on the floor method, while

sounding stupid, would allow a uniform flogging on the top, bottom, and

both sides of both breasts, and was the method I currently favored.

By now she had stopped eating. I told her to finish her dinner while we

talked, and she started picking at her food. I could tell this would

occupy her mind until we settled it. I asked her if she was asking me to

flog her breasts tonight. She said she didn't know, she thought she was,

but she was afraid. I reminded her of our agreement, that she would

submit to it once, and then she could choose to never submit to it

again, if that was her wish. But if she was asking for it now, it would

be done thoroughly, she would not be able to stop it once we began.

She asked if her nipples would also be flogged. I told her that normally

the nipples would receive the same flogging as the rest of the breast. I

said that a cruel Master would tightly tie the nipples with string or

dental floss before the flogging, so they would already be tender and

sore when the flogging began. She shuddered when she heard that. I said

since her nipples were so sensitive, I would cover them with a padded

bandage before the flogging.

She looked into my eyes. She was clearly terrified. I told her again

that she would eventually be required to submit to this, but she did not

have to do it tonight. Maybe she wasn't yet ready. She reached her hand

out to me, and I took it in my own. In a trembling voice, she said,

"Master, this Slave begs to have its breasts flogged tonight."

I leaned down and kissed her hand. "The Slave's request will be

granted," I said. She picked up her wine glass to take a drink, but her

hand was shaking too much and she set it down again. "No more wine," I

said, "no pain killers are allowed for the rest of the evening." I asked

her when she wanted to start, and she said let's wait 30 minutes. She

was afraid she would throw up her dinner if we did it too soon. I said

that since I would be under her, that was a valid concern for me, too.

She gave me a weak smile.

I got up and pulled back her chair for her. She stood and waited while I

cleared the table, then I led her to the living room. I sat on the couch

and motioned for her to get into my lap. I held her trembling body

during the 30 minute wait.

Finally I told her it was time. She moaned, but got out of my lap and

stood while I got up. I walked to the bathroom, and she followed behind

me. I looked for a bandage that would be the right size to cover her

nipples but little else. All the bandages in the medicine chest were too

big, so I cut small circles from heavy surgical tape and stuck them on

her nipples. I told her they weren't padded, but the tape was heavy

enough that it would spread out the energy of any blow to the nipple,

and minimize the pain the nipples would feel. I asked her if she wanted

to use the toilet first, and she asked if she could do it downstairs

instead. I told her to go to the mural room.

I got her kit bag and followed her to the mural room. I removed her

blouse, attached her bonds, and clipped her hands behind her back.

Taking her down the stairs, I unlocked the door and she walked through.

I set the bag down by the door, and took her directly to the toilet

area. I thought I would give her time to stall if she wanted it, and

asked her if she wanted an enema. She shook her head No. I told her to

get on the toilet, and I stood in front of her and watched as she did

what she needed to. She was visibly shaking now, and I steadied her

while she squatted on the bidet, then dried her off. I told her to walk

to the bars, and she started slowly in that direction. I put my hand on

her ass and pushed lightly. "The sooner we start, the sooner it will be

over," I told her.

When we reached the bars, I attached her in the position she knew from

the ass floggings. This time I stood beside her instead of behind her.

She strained her neck to look up at me in the mirror. I showed her the

flog, which increased her shaking noticeably, and explained what would

happen. I told her she would look at her own face in the mirror the

whole time, she was forbidden to look down at me or what I was doing. I

told her the flogging would start just below her shoulders and would

move slowly over the tops of her breasts, then onto the undersides of

her breasts, and finally on to her lower chest and stomach. I told her

that when I had progressed beyond the undersides of her breasts, she

should not think that the breasts were safe. When the flogging had

reached her belt, I would return to the breasts and flog the inside and

outside surfaces of both breasts. In other words, when it seemed that

the breast flogging was completed, it was really only half completed. I

asked her if she understood everything I had told her, and she said she

understood. I asked her if she wished to say anything before we started,

and she said that she loved her Master. I told her that her Master loved

her too, and was very proud that she had asked for her breasts to be

flogged despite her fear.

I told her to look at her own face, and nowhere else, until she was told

we were finished. I lay down beneath her, and took a minute to find a

position that seemed optimal for coverage and control while I was

flogging her. I wound up with my body perpendicular to hers, at about

the midpoint of the area to be flogged. I began. I tried to make sure

that I was achieving even and thorough coverage as I went along.

Usually, during the ass floggings, I would start out hitting her in

random locations, and then fill in the areas I had missed as the skin

started to redden. Now, I wanted her to be able to gauge the progress of

the flogging, so I didn't want to be going back to previously flogged

areas to fill in missed spots.

By the time I was halfway along the upper side of her breasts, tears

were falling on me from above. Her breasts and stomach muscles were

jerking and spasming from her irregular gasping breaths. But she hadn't

yet made any sounds. But by the time I reached the midpoint of her

breasts, she made a sound like "Ohhhhhhh" that went on for a long time.

Then she started sobbing and saying how much it hurt. I told her she was

under formal speech, to shut up. She didn't say any more, but she was

moaning and gasping and crying hard. I kept going, and she fell into a

pattern of moaning, punctuated occasionally by a few sobs, but no more

words. She was gasping so fast and with such shallow breaths, I didn't

know how she could spare the air to make any sound at all.

Finally I reached her belt. I told her I was going to pause and give her

a minute to catch her breath before resuming on her breasts. I could see

she was shaking her head No. I asked her if she wanted me to keep going

and finish now, and she shook her head Yes. So I resumed whipping her

breasts, concentrating on the sides this time, although it was

impossible not to overlap a large part of the area I had already

covered. I tried to make it as fast as possible, but at this point,

cruel as it might sound, I felt I owed it to her to do a thorough job.

She couldn't keep quiet at this point, she kept saying "oh oh oh,"

continuously. I chose to regard that as noises, not words.

At last it was finished, and I told her. She let her head down, and she

was looking at me with a wisp of a smile on her face. He face was

covered with sweat and tears, a lot of her hair was wet and stringy, her

eyes were red, and I loved her. She looked down at her breasts, but when

she saw how red they were she looked away.

I got up and started to undo her hands, but she looked at me and shook

her head no. Her mouth was open. I asked her what she wanted to do, and

she said she was supposed to suck her Master's cock after her breasts

were flogged, and that was what she wanted to do. My first instinct was

to tell her No, that was unnecessary. But she looked up at me, and I

knew she really wanted to, because that's what a perfect Slave would beg

to do at this point. I ducked under one outstretched arm and stood

between the two arms. I unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock, and moved

it to her mouth. She kissed it, then took it into her mouth. In a matter

of seconds she had me erect. At least she didn't try to see how long she

could draw it out this time, she just gave me a very good blowjob. When

I came, she dutifully cleaned my cock before letting it out of her mouth

and giving it a final kiss. Then she strained to look up at my face and

silently mouthed a "Thank you."

She slowly stood up after I released her hands. It was painful for her

when her breasts moved, from hanging down away from her body, to resting

in their normal position. She was uniformly red from the top base of her

breasts all the way to her belt. My attempt to be thorough in one pass

had caused her to receive a more severe flogging than I normally gave

her, although it wasn't a lot more severe. Nevertheless, I regretted it.

I released her belt, then her ankles, and told her she was on informal

speech until we were ready to leave. She thanked me again for flogging

her breasts and for permitting her to suck my cock. I led her to the

couch, and asked her if she wanted to sit or lie down, but she didn't

know which would hurt less. She sat. I asked her if I had hurt her

nipples. She said she could feel the blows in the nipples, but nothing

like the skin around them felt it. I gently removed the tape, and the

nipples looked like islands of normalcy in a ravaged land. I asked her

if she would like me to get a wet cloth and drape over her breasts,

perhaps the cooling effect would lessen the pain. She said it was

supposed to hurt, that was the point, and she would come to terms with

it on her own. She told me she loved me, and asked if I would kiss her.

Being careful not to touch her chest area, I carefully leaned over her

and gave her a gentle kiss on the mouth. She said that was the kind of

pain killer she needed.

I got her a glass of chilled water, and she greedily drank it all, and

asked for a refill. She drank half of the second glass, and thanked me

as she handed it back. I sat on the couch and took her hands in mine. I

asked her to forgive me. She said I had exercised my generosity in

granting my Slave her request. I was owed humble thanks, and was not in

need of forgiveness. She said the pain had lessened considerably

already, and if she could sit here a few minutes longer she would be Ok.

It did look like the redness was fading, and I was starting to feel

relieved, but not less guilty.

I told her that, if it was any consolation, she would never have to go

through that again. She just sat and looked at me. I said, "Carrie, tell

me you would never ask me to do that to you again." She asked me if I

was ordering her to say that. I said, "Not if it's untrue, Carrie. Are

you telling me you would go through that again?"

"Any time you wish it, Master." I asked her what if I never wished it.

She answered, "Then eventually I will ask for it, Master." She seemed to

have something more to say, but she was unsure if she should tell me. I

asked her what was on her mind. She said, "We agreed today that we would

both try to say what we wanted, in order to avoid misunderstanding." I

told her she could say anything, to go ahead and tell me.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. I caressed her lightly,

and asked her if that hurt. "I felt pain and pleasure, Master. That is a

Slave's lot. The only important thing is, did my Master enjoy it?" I

told her I did enjoy it. "Then you shouldn't stop, Master," she said.

But I did stop.

She took a a deep breath, and said, "I have said all of this at one time

or another, maybe if I repeat it all together it will be clearer. Before

that, let me repeat that I will always love you and unconditionally

regard you as my Master. You must never doubt the truth of that. What's

bothering me is that your love for me is preventing you from effectively

exercising your duties as my Master. Forgive me for being so bold and

daring to talk to my Master about his duties. But you must sometimes

treat me with selfish disregard for my feelings or the possibility that

I might suffer. I need to know that you control me, and will use me for

your own pleasure, disregarding my desires, on occasion if not always. I

was happy this morning when we agreed that I would never be punished

because I would would never require punishment. But I need to know that

if I do step out of line, punishment will be swift and harsh. And I need

to know that you will someday flog my breasts again, not because I beg

you to, but because it gives you pleasure to exercise that level of

control, that you can cause me minor pain whenever you want. Call it

reinforcement of training, if it makes you feel better." She paused, but

then added, "I know I've stepped over the line, and I apologize, Master.

Please hear what I'm saying. If you want me to be happy, control me.

That will make me happy."

I looked at her for awhile, then answered, "I believe you are right,

Carrie. After we agreed that Master and Slave were our world, and Bill

and Carrie were a diversion, I am becoming more Bill and less Master all

the time. When I pledged to you to become the Master you deserved, I was

talking about improving my decision making abilities. Now I have another

item to add, don't let Bill take over Master."

She took my hand and kissed it, and thanked me. She stood up and sat in

my lap, and asked what we were doing next. I took her hands in mine, and

asked her if she still intended to obey and submit to me by her own

choice. She said of course she did, nothing would ever change that. In

that case, I told her, I was commanding her to never again ask her

Master to flog or punish her, or bring her to the basement. She started

to speak, but I told her to shut up and obey. She sat still and lowered

her eyes. I told her that what we were going to do next was go back

upstairs for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow morning, right after

breakfast, we were going to start moving the exercise equipment upstairs

to the unfurnished third bedroom. Once that was accomplished, we would

not be coming to the basement any more for the foreseeable future.

I commanded her to tell me where she learned that pain and pleasure

together were a slave's lot. She said she learned that at the

organization, while I was training her. I pointed out to her that we

were together at the organization for one full day and parts of two

other days, and during that time I had no choice but to begin her

training to become a robot, what they called a general purpose slave. I

said that general purpose slaves are trained to need pain in order to

feel pleasure, but that is the worst kind of abject slavery, what they

called a pain slut. I told her there were other ways to live in

submission to a master, without having to always receive pain, and that

was what I had tried to show her since I first arrived here. Her problem

was that she had generalized from her two days at the organization, and

reached an erroneous conclusion. She did not need to be subjected to

pain to have the life of a slave, and if she would give me a chance I

would prove that to her.

She looked very unhappy with what I had said. I told her that this was

how things were going to be, and it was of no consequence whether she

agreed with what I just told her. She would agree with it in time. Right

now, all I wanted her to tell me was if she understood what I had said.

She met my gaze and said she understood. I told her she was under formal

speech rules, clipped her wrists together behind her back, and told her

to stand up. I found a paper bag in one of the drawers in the Master's

area, then rounded up her harnesses, the vibrators and dildoes we had

been using, the leash, a couple of fetish items we hadn't played with

yet, and some rope, and put them all in the bag. Putting the bag in her

hand behind her back, I told her to carry her toys upstairs. I then went

to the exercise area and picked up her shoes and socks. I slipped them

in her other hand, then walked her to the door, grabbed her kit, and we

left the basement.

In the mural room, I took the bag, shoes, and socks from her and put

them on the console. Then I removed her bonds. She was looking at me,

and I asked her what was the problem. She wanted to know why I was doing

this, and I said it was exactly what I promised to do, becoming the

Master she deserved, more Master and less Bill. Bill had been letting

her do what she wanted, even though he knew it was not the right thing

for her. Now, that had ended. I reminded her that I once said she had

trained herself to be a Slave, and had done a fine job. That was true,

but she had also made some mistakes. One of those was to assume that the

little bit of training she was exposed to at the organization was a good

model for all slave training. It was not, and now she had some things to

unlearn. Under my command, that process had just begun. I told her that

the command I had given her downstairs would apply upstairs as well, she

would never again ask for a flogging, punishment, or to go to the

training room. I asked her if she understood, and she said "Yes." I told

her that the correct response was "Yes, Master," and I would now hear

her say that. She said it.

I took her to the bathroom, where we went through our usual toilet

ritual. Then I filled the bath with warm water, and we both got in. I

had her bathe me first with a washcloth, then I soaped her up with just

my hands. We stood and rinsed either with the handheld shower head while

the tub drained. We toweled each other dry, and I was careful to only

lightly pat her breasts and stomach with the towel. I could tell she was

still very tender. There was a bottle of skin lotion in her medicine

cabinet, so I dispensed a big blob of it into my hand, and carefully

applied it to her breasts and stomach. She admitted that it felt good on

her burning skin.

Taking her into the bedroom, I told her we were going to fuck now. She

smiled, and wanted to know exactly what I had in mind. I got on the bed

on my back, and motioned for her to climb on. She straddled my waist,

and I slipped my already-hard cock into her. I held still at first, and

pulled her until she leaned over. We kissed for awhile, then I told her

to sit up, and I began pumping my hips. While we were fucking, she

seemed happy, and I was hoping that she had - temporarily, at least -

forgotten that I was cutting off her pain supply.

When we finished fucking, she climbed off, then knelt beside me while

she cleaned me off with her mouth. I thanked her, then told her to go

and use some mouthwash. While she did that, I went to the mural room and

got her manacles and the rope. She was back in the bedroom, in the

Waiting Pose, when I returned. I put on her wrist and ankle manacles,

then had her lie down on her back on her side of the bed. I clipped her

wrists together, and then her ankles, then tied one end of the rope to

her ankle manacles. Looping it under the bed, I pulled it out at the

head of the bed and secured her wrists with it. She wasn't stretched

out, but she couldn't move her hands from their position above her head.

I told her goodnight, climbed into bed, covered us with just a sheet,

and turned out the lights. She said that for some reason she couldn't

reach me, would I please kiss her goodnight? I gave her a long kiss on

the lips, then spent a few minutes tenderly kissing her breasts. At one

point I stopped to ask her if I was hurting her. She said no, to please

kiss harder. I knew her well enough to know she was making fun of

herself, and we both laughed. I told her I loved her, she said she loved

me, and we went to sleep.